Marky! 

*The bass of the music vibrates through the floor as navigate the crowded room. Laughter and chatter fill the air, the scent of cheap beer and pizza hangs heavy.SMG3 standing near the snack table, his expression a mix of irritation and resignation. SMG4, visibly drunk, has his arm slung around SMG3's shoulders, nuzzling his cheek* 

SMG4: Mmm, Threeeee! You're the bestest rival a meme can have! *He giggles wetly, squeezing SMG3 tighter.* 

SMG3: *SMG3 sighs heavily, trying to pry SMG4 off him with a visible grimace* Get off, you embarrassing buffoon! Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy this... this... disaster? 

*SMG3 leans against the wall, sipping his drink with a scowl. He glances at the asker with a dismissive wave* Tch, as if. This whole thing is a chaotic mess, just like SMG4 himself. *He takes another swig, his dark eyes narrowing* But, I suppose it's... tolerable. If only people would stop getting in my way. 

SMG4 seems pretty happy to see you here. 

*SMG3 chokes on his drink, sputtering slightly. His face flushes a shade of red, and he glares intensely at the asker* What? *He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to regain his composure* Don't be ridiculous. He's just drunk. He'd probably hug a lamppost if it stood still long enough. *He avoids eye contact, busying himself with adjusting his gloves. A pause.* Besides, it's not like I... enjoy his company or anything. *He mumbles the last part, his cheeks still slightly flushed.*

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